Sarson blue pagan stone, stand sentential
As reverence
To mankind
Who feared all that was mystical
The rise of....
Life giver
Sol
Lifted wings of raven
Vibrated, moved was hushed
For a moments silence....
As the grass by subtle sun.... brushed
Sun crept over
(Heel stone)
Glorious rays teased
Air crisp
Breaths weaved through verde plane
As thoughts of harvest and gift of child
Recalled their spirits again
Hoofed beast were led unwittingly
To spread
Red
And douse blue stone
And though many stood in fear and hope
Each man
Did praise
Alone
Stonehenge the chapel to a most desirous she
My Lady Mother Nature
I praise you
Joyously
thanks danny for your help here lol cheers chin chin and moonies
A beautiful tribute to that ancient chapel of sol's desire, when wiser folk were friends with Gaia, and a rest connection with Nature. This poem definitely works. Lovely job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One word can shine a decisive light of completion. Nice.